THE LOVER : Lucius Marco

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"Ah," Lucius hisses when he hit his wounded side lip with his knuckle when he was about to rest his cheek on it as he rests his elbow on the door of his car. He sighed as he fixated his gaze back on his phone.

Still no reply from Emmanuela.

Kasalukuyang naka-park si Lucius ng ilang metrong layo galing sa bahay ni Emmanuela. She didn't replied to his message for five hours now ever since kaninang 3 pm. He's not worried, it's just that he needs to do something now.

Sumandal si Lucius sa upuan ng sasakyan at napatitig sa kawalan. Alam niyang mali pero kahit isang beses man lang, gusto niyang maging tama sa mga mata ng papa niya, kahit ikakasira pa niya ito. He doubts that he'll regret it but if it's someone's opinion, he will surely regret it.

He sits up properly on the car seat when a taxi pulled over in front of Emmanuela's house and the woman he's been waiting, Emmanuela, steps out from the taxi and walks to her house. Lucius immediately took the seatbelt off from him as he hops out from the car. The moment he did, Emmanuela entered her house, but that didn't stopped him from approaching her, it's the presence he felt behind him.

"What a coincidence."

That familiar voice gave Lucius an annoying tingling feeling in his ears. He clenched his jaw before he looks back at him, then he raises his eyebrow.

"You being in the same place with me is never a coincidence, Delijino." Lucius said in a stern tone. He is not amused by seeing his so-called student in the village where Emmanuela lives.

Bahagyang napatawa si Tristan nang makita ang hindi natutuwang mukha sa guro niya kuno. "Relax, Sir Marco. Kung makaasta ka parang 'di mo ako estyudante ah?" he mocked, ending it with a playful smirk.

"What exactly are you doing here?" Lucius asked. Bakas sa boses niya ang pagkainis, 'di kasali sa plano niya ang humarap ng isa pang problema.

"Akala ko ba kilala mo ako, Marco?" Tristan crossed his arms as he tilts his head on the side, wearing a sly smile as he stares at his professor.

"I know you very well." Lucius said, almost mumbling as anger and annoyance is ruling him at the moment.

"Good, because I know you too." Natatawang saad ni Tristan. "Ano na naman bang plano niya, Lucius? Hm?" Tristan stepped closer to Lucius while he stands still.

"Dinamay ka pa talaga ha? At pumayag ka pa. Talaga bang mas pipiliin mo ang makuha ang pabor ng papa mo kaysa sa propesyon mo?" Tristan asked, straightforwardly, his words hits Lucius right on the chest, where it's sensitive.

"That is none of your business." Lucius lowly said, glaring at Tristan who's expression doesn't seem to care that Lucius' stare is something that everyone's scared of.

"Oh? Bakit? Dahil family problem? Ano ka ba, Lucius? Bata?" sunod sunod na tanong ni Tristan.

"I don't have time for you." Giit ni Lucius at saka tinalikuran si Tristan pero 'di pa ito nakalakad palayo ay nagsalita ulit si Tristan.

"Dahil ba kulang ng ebidensya kaya hanggang ngayon 'di ka pa din naniniwala?" tanong ulit ni Tristan. Napatigil si Lucius.

"O alam mo talaga ang ginawa niya pero nananahimik ka lang kasi ayaw mo ulit madismaya ang papa mo say—"

'Di natapos ni Tristan ang sasabihin niya nang isang mapusok na suntok ang natanggap niya galing kay Lucius. Bahagyang napaatras si Tristan ng konti habang isinandal ang balanse niya sa kotse ni Lucius. He wiped the corner of his lips before he lifts his gaze up to him. Then a smirk formed again.

He scoffed. "Sabi na nga ba, Papa's boy ka pala eh,"

"Shut up."

"Pa'no kung ayoko? Susuntukin mo na naman ako? O baka bubugbugin ako ng isang dosenang tagasunod ng Papa mo?" Tristan taunted once again when he regained back his balance.